When I think of you finding words to say.
Searching for pictures that don't exist
and the essence of you in my life
I feel a sheet of sadness over me.
Is it fate the insanity that won't let me
let this go.
All this disappears when you consume me.
Memories of you haunt my dreams.
So all I am left with are memories,
Me searching for pictures that don't exist
searching for the right thing to say.
and this unexplained sadness.
Next time perhaps we chase the moonlight.